This is a personal documentation through poetry.
I am learning to look inward now, give myself love when I least want to. I do not live to love others, I live to love myself. I will find and create what is enough for me, and you will learn to let it...
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In another universe, we turned around at the next light. We checked on your little black car in the ditch, because I didn't feel afraid or embarrassed or unworthy while you dated me. And in another universe, maybe the same one as that, you liked me more. You liked me enough to not kiss other girls. And you liked me enough to be patient. You liked me enough. Well maybe in that universe, we are still together, and hopefully in love. Your friends are my friends, and my family adores you and your curly hair. Because I deserve a good run, just like everyone else. Just like you. But this universe isn't that one, and I don't know you anymore. I don't think I ever did, for you never gave me the slightest chance. The reality is you really were just a kid and didn't know any better than I did— Didn't know what you had before you lost it. But I am glad to be in this universe, and not that one. Even a different universe cannot take a man's vices out of him.
